She reached out her hand and shook the glass.
She thought Sylvan Cheney wouldn't drink it, after all, a mature and steady man like him wouldn't stoop to such childish acts.
But she was wrong!
Sylvan Cheney readily grabbed her hand, brought the glass to his lips, and took a sip: "Hmm, just right."
"..." Jasmine Yale looked at him with disdain, if you're going to drink, then just drink, why deliberately drink from where I drank, "Are you busy today? I saw you answer a few calls."
"Not busy, I'll take you out to eat when it's mealtime."
Jasmine Yale patted the spot beside her: "Why don't you sit next to me and watch TV together, I haven't watched TV with you in a long time."
"..." Sylvan Cheney glanced up at her, "We've never watched TV together!"
"Oh." Jasmine Yale realized she had misspoken.
Sylvan Cheney felt uncomfortable inside, she was mistaking him for her late husband again.
She had mentioned before that he looked a lot like that man.
